Title: Tonight
Author: Jennie
Pairing:
Mulder/Skinner
Rating: NC-17
Series/Sequel:
Yep -
Disclaimer: The
boys STILL aren't mine.
Archive: RatB,
DitB and WWOMB
Websites: https://www.squidge.org/~terma/jennie/jennie.htm
and http://www.saradadevi.com/jennie.htm
Spoilers: Not
really - it does take place past-Existence
Notes: Many
thanks to Jami and Teri for the beta, and to Tesa for the nagging - er,
encouragement.
Summary: See
title and rating
by Jennie
*****
I can't sleep.
So what else is
new?
Actually, this
is a little odd. Ever since I came here to stay with Skinner, I've been
sleeping pretty well. Except for that first night, of course. But, hey, you
can't really blame me for that one - after all, that was the night I found out
he was bi.
'Course, that
was also the night he found out that I was bi. And that we admitted that we
had... feelings for each other.
For all the
good that had done either of us. He's so... so damned noble. I used to admire
that about him, you know. Now, well, it makes me fucking crazy! Dammit, I want
him - he wants me. What is the FUCKING problem?
'No pity
fucks', he says.
I'll give him
pity.
Right between
his eyes, the bastard.
Two weeks. It's
been two WEEKS since I came to him. And he's STILL making me wait - I'm damned
lucky to get a kiss out of him, never mind anything more or, well anything
MORE.
I'm losing my
mind here. And, I have to admit, my dick is sore as HELL from all the jacking
off I've been doing.
Jumping him is
becoming a more attractive option every day.
*****
Mulder's up. I
can hear him stirring around in his room.
His room? Hell
with that, it's MY room - my guest room.
Yeah, right.
MY room, MY
home... MY damned sleep. Who am I kidding? NOTHING is mine any longer.
Everything revolves around him now. I go in to work every morning expecting to
come home and find him gone at the end of the day. But the little shit stays.
And stays.
He's driving me
insane. I haven't slept more than two hours at a stretch since he arrived. My
home looks like a tornado just swept through it. The television is ALWAYS on -
if I have to sit through one more dreadful sci-fi movie, I'll scream.
I think he's
waiting for me to break down and add his precious porn channels to my cable
package.
Ain't gonna
happen.
Worst of all,
he's decided to take up cooking. My kitchen will never recover. Nor will my
stomach. I've taken to eating Zantac AND Tums before I get home in the evening.
So far, neither
is helping.
*****
Tossing my book
aside - 'The Bridges of Madison County' is only giving me a hard on - I decide
to go downstairs. Maybe I'll try making that muffin mix I picked up at the
grocery store yesterday.
I briefly
entertain a rather disturbing notion regarding the seedless cucumber I also
purchased, but never mind... I'm sure you don't want to know any more on that
particular subject.
Moving quietly,
I go down to the kitchen and start pulling the ingredients I'll need out of the
cupboards and fridge. Naturally, I manage to drop the stainless steel bowl on
the floor.
Damn - those
things make quite a noise when they fall, don't they?
I freeze for a
few minutes, but can hear nothing that would indicate that Walt's sleep has
been disturbed.
I'd tell you I
was relieved by that - but you probably wouldn't believe me.
I manage to get
the mix prepared and into the oven with a minimum of further noise and head in
to watch television while the muffins cook.
And promptly
fall asleep.
Not a problem,
you're thinking... 'He set the timer'. Right? Right. Well, actually-
Ahem.
When I wake up,
panicked by the dreadful noise and billowing smoke coming from the kitchen,
Walt's already dashed into the fray and pulled the now incinerated muffins from
the oven. Completely ignoring my presence, he rips the still-screaming smoke
detector from the ceiling, turns on the exhaust fan, opens the balcony doors
and stalks back upstairs.
All without
saying a word.
I am SO fucked.
*****
I still haven't
decided whether I should just shoot Mulder or cuff him out on the balcony for
the night when he hesitantly taps on my door.
I think I'll
shoot him - non-fatally - and THEN cuff him outside.
"WHAT?"
I yell when he ignores my silence and opens the door, peering in at me
looking... Damn him! If he wasn't such a cute bastard I WOULD shoot him.
"Um... Sorry?"
His voice wobbles and his eyes look suspiciously bright.
Shit.
I sit heavily
on the edge of my bed and raise both hands, rubbing my eyes with my fingertips.
God, my head hurts.
"Are you
um, okay?", he asks tentatively, still lurking in the doorway.
I glare at him
and he flinches back, retreating behind the door again until tousled hair and
two sad eyes are all I can see.
I sigh - very
heavily, I might add - and wave one hand dismissively at him. "I'm just
fine, Mulder. Go on back downstairs."
He opens the
door and takes a couple of tentative steps into my bedroom.
Maybe I
should've asked him in - the perverse little bastard would have probably headed
directly to the living room if I had.
No, you're
right, he'd've come in no matter what I said.
I release
another sigh and shake my head hopelessly. "What do you want?"
He walks over
to me and kneels at my feet. Looks up and meets my eyes gravely, and says,
"You."
*****
My heart's in
my throat as I wait for his response.
"Mulder,"
he groans, "I told you-"
"I know,"
I interrupt him. "I know what you said - eidetic memory here, remember?
But, dammit, Walt! I want you - I really do - and you want me, too. I know that
you do... So tell me - why the FUCK do we have to keep waiting? WHAT are we
waiting for?"
He's shaking
his head at me again. Damn him. And I - well, I decide that I've had enough
already - enough of this waiting shit. I rise up off of my knees, catching him
by surprise, and push him back to lay on the mattress. Following his weight
down, I hold him in place by laying atop him.
Eyes wide, he
pushes at my shoulders and opens his mouth to yell at me again - well, okay,
maybe he wasn't going to yell - maybe he was just gonna talk at me. I'm fucking
sick of TALKING. We've talked more in the past two weeks than in the entire
eight years we've known each other. It is now time for action, dammit.
So I kiss him.
And, believe
me, I put everything I have, everything I AM into that kiss. Because, I have a
feeling that if this doesn't convince him to just let go of his reservations,
nothing ever will. This may very well be my last chance with him and I will NOT
just give up and go away without at least trying.
*****
Oh shit. Damn.
Fuck.
I'm... he's...
KISSING me.
Mulder really
knows how to do this - kiss, I mean. My hands tighten on his shoulders for a
moment, I really intend to push him away... we CAN'T do this. It's too soon.
He's still getting over - um...
Getting over...
Oh jesus! His
hands are wandering. Across my bare chest.
And I'm, well,
damn - I'm lost and I might as well admit it. He wins. I lose. Whatever. It
doesn't matter anymore. None of it... not Scully or
I don't know
exactly when it happens, but somewhere along the line my hands move down from
his shoulders to his back to his hips and close tightly on his ass, pulling our
hips together and-
DAMN! He's
moaning and whimpering into my mouth and grinding his cock against mine and I
think I'm going to have a heart attack right on the spot.
Breaking off
the kiss, he rolls to one side, pulling me along with him until our positions
are reversed. He raises his legs and wraps them around my waist and starts
begging.
"Walter...
God! Please, don't leave me like this. I can't... oooh - Can't wait. Need you,
need this. Tonight. TONIGHT!"
I open my mouth
to tell him... "Umph!" He rears up and clamps his lips to mine again
and continues to writhe under me. And starts making these noises - kind of
desperate and needy sounds that vibrate against my mouth and chest.
I'm a strong
man. Always have been. Have had to be. But this - now - HIM... I can't say no.
Couldn't even if my life depended on it. I have no choice - no alternative. Not
anymore. Having him here, with me, touching him, feeling his hands on me are
now all I live for. Without them, I'm no longer alive. Without him, I have no
reason to live.
I'm doomed.
But, what a way
to go.
*****
It... it's
working. He's holding on to me now. Holding ON to me.
God, Walt's
hands are so warm, so strong on my body... One is still on my ass - the other
moves up to touch my chest, find one nipple and start to caress. And I, I can't
think of anything but him.
With me.
Touching me.
Kissing me.
MINE. He's mine
now - and I will NOT let him get away! Not after this. Now that I know -
finally! I know - that he's mine - that he really does want me as much as I
want him... well, if he ever so much as looks at another person with anything
more than lukewarm interest, I will kill the fucker that catches his attention.
Because he's
MINE!
And I'm going
to prove it to him, right fucking NOW. Impatiently, I reach down and push at
his pajama bottoms. Takes forever to shove them down past his hips - at least
it seems like forever.
Tomorrow, while
he's at work, I'm going to burn all of his pajamas, I decide. Every single
pair.
Ah - there. No
more barriers. I can touch him - hold him in my hand. A thrill runs through me
when he moans into my mouth.
Oh yeah. He is
SO mine now.
******
Whatever
idiotic reasons I had - and I DID have reasons - for waiting have completely
faded under his touch. All I can do now is hang on and - what the hell? - have
fun. Might as well enjoy this experience. 'Cause at this rate I'll be deader
that a doornail by morning.
Trust me, you
would be too - no wonder Mulder never gets laid. Probably felt guilty after
he'd killed off a dozen or so lovers and quit. I briefly wonder how Scully
survived him - then push the thought aside as completely uninteresting when his
hold on my aching cock tightens.
I'm so lost in
the moment, that at first, I don't even hear him talking. Eventually though,
his voice breaks into my lust-hazed brain.
"What?"
I manage to ask.
"Fuck me,
Walt."
Well now, I
think that's just about the most brilliant thing he's ever said to me. In fact,
I'm frozen, just frozen with the surge of need that rushes through my body at
his words.
Which, oddly
enough, doesn't seem to thrill Mulder.
"Walt...
WALT!"
"What?"
I blink and stare into his eyes.
Big mistake. My
treacherous mind floats off again, amazed at the changes that lust and need
have wrought in his expression. His lids are at half mast, almost hiding his
glazed eyes from me... His color is high, lips swollen from our kisses and damn
- I've never seen anything quite like it - that expression.
"Damn,"
he's mumbling and wriggling around under me, trying to push his shorts off.
"Skinner, Skinner! Help me out here, would you?"
Uh huh. I smile
at him and bend down to kiss him again. Am quite surprised when he impatiently
turns his face to one side.
What?
"Walter,"
he's still talking at me. Does the man NEVER shut up? "Help me... Fuck!
GET MY FUCKING SHORTS OFF!"
Why didn't he
just ask me? Hell, I think that's a GREAT idea...
Yeah, naked
Mulder... under me -
Oh yeah!
*****
Shit! He's gone
off into one of his damned fugue states again - just staring at me, no actual
comprehension in his eyes at all.
I think that,
perhaps, he made us wait just a little too long. His brain has short-circuited
now that the waiting and the anticipation have finally ended.
It takes some
pretty inspired maneuvering on my part, but finally, my shorts are gone.
They're also ripped beyond any hope of recovery, but, shit - who cares about a
minor detail like that when I finally have him? Not I. Not even a little.
In fact, it
worked so well on my shorts, I reach down and rid him of those damned
irritating pajamas in the same way. The sound of material tearing doesn't seem
to impinge on his poor old brain at all.
Okay. I'm
getting there - geez, I hope he doesn't turn into a slack-jawed idiot every
time we fuck - and now for our next problem... Lube. Damn. I didn't bring any
with me. Hope he has some around - close by - because there is NO way I'm
leaving this bed. With or without lubrication, his dick will be in my ass in
VERY short order here.
It only takes
six repetitions of his name and two pinches to his ass to get his attention.
I know I only
have him for a second, so I make it short and to the point, "Lube?
Where?"
He turns his
head and looks up towards his pillow. Then he immediately turns back and lowers
his head until he can nibble on my throat. Ah! Damn - that's... um... What was
I... um-
Oh! Yeah. I
stretch out one arm and manage to locate a very familiar tube secreted away
under his pillow. Well, guess I'm not the only one that's been jacking off with
increasing regularity around here.
Now, we're in
business. I fumble the top off of the lube and squirt a very generous amount
onto my fingers. Reaching down between us, I coat his cock and then raise my
legs and wrap them around him again.
And wait.
And wait some
more.
Not that I
don't enjoy what he's doing to my neck and ear and jaw and mouth and... Oh yes,
he has a very talented mouth. Very. Talented. And I... Fuck! I hiss and arch up
against him when his teeth locate THAT spot behind my right ear.
Dimly, I hear
someone gasping and cursing. Open my eyes. Um - oh, okay, that was me making
those noises. I'm going to come just from what he's doing to my neck here in a
minute...
No.
NO! Dammit, I
WILL be fucked tonight, if it's the last damned thing I ever do. I reach up and
grab him by his ears, pulling until he raises his head and stares at me
dazedly.
"'s
wrong?", he asks, obviously hurt that I've interrupted his fun.
"Fuck me,
dammit. Walt - just, no... don't bite me again - just FUCK ME ALREADY!"
There, I seem
to have caught his attention with that.
*****
Fuck him? Did
he just say... Fuck? Him?
Oh. OH! Okay, I
can do that. I reach up to grab the tube of lubrication from under my pillow
and he sighs impatiently.
"Got that
- you're all slicked up - readytogohere," he says in a jumble of rushed
words.
I still pause,
though. There's - um... Something else we need...
Condom. Of
course - that's it... "We need-" I start to say.
"Nothing,"
he insists, pushing up at me with increasing need. "We need nothing - both
healthy - fine - been a fucking coon's age since either of us..."
Okay. Enough, I
get it. And... Damned if I'm gonna argue the point. I shift my weight to one
hand and reach down to guide my cock to his entrance.
Which shuts him
up very nicely. I'll have to remember this for future reference. Slowly, I rock
my hips against him. Must be careful - can't hurt him. Been so long, though. SO
fucking long. Not sure I can wait for him to open for me. I ah... I'm, trying,
so hard, to make this easy for him - and he-
SHIT! He
forcefully moves his hips, grinding his ass against me, until he's managed to
work my erection fully into his heat. And, good god - the man is like a furnace
inside. A furnace made of silk and rippling muscles.
*****
And, he's gone
again. This time, though, I don't mind - not even a little. Why?, you ask...
Well, he's still moving. Oh. My. Fucking. God. He's moving in and out of me and
it's - jeezus - it's incredible. I've never, um... never felt anything quite...
ah - yeah!
My arms and
legs hold on tightly, my eyes close, my mouth hangs open as I desperately try
to breathe and I can't.. think... any... more-
His breathing
grows heavier with each delicious thrust into me and I'm just one huge bundle
of nerve endings and then he - oh man - he adjusts his angle and the head of
his cock brushes across my prostate and I...
"SHIT!"
I'm screaming and yelling into his ear, my hold on him so tight that my body
rises and falls with the movements of his hips. "Fuck! WALT I... GOD! I
LOVE YOU!"
And I come.
Simple word - come. So lacking in any real description of what happens at the
moment of orgasm. An electrical charge moves inexorably through me, starting in
my toes and moving up my legs, gathering in my balls, until I'm sobbing with
pleasure and muscles spasms pull my entire body up into one huge seizure.
I can't say for
sure - but, when he yells and stiffens above me, pouring his hot semen deep
into the recesses of my body - I suspect he's enjoying a similar experience.
*****
Slowly - VERY
slowly - the fog lifts from my brain. I groggily open my eyes, curious as to
why my mattress is moving under me. And -
Oh...
O-ooh!
Mulder is
laying there - under me - with the most self-satisfied smile it's ever been my
pleasure to behold.
And I - *I* -
put that smile on his face.
Damn.
Not bad for an
aging, balding, Assistant Director type of guy.
I can't help
it, I just have to kiss him.
I'm gonna fall
asleep here in a second - Hell, I'm lucky I regained consciousness at ALL here.
But first-
"I love
you, too," I murmur to him.
Another smile
is my reward.
I could learn
to live with this, I think.
Yeah - In
fact... I WILL learn to live with this - with him.
I tell him so.
Brilliant move
on my part. He pulls me down into a desperately tight hold and says thickly
into my neck, "You're mine now."
His.
Yeah.
Oh yeah.
End
Yes
Merry Clayton
From the Dirty Dancing Soundtrack
Drivin' around
I just can't hear a sound
'Cept my own wheels turnin'
Wastin' away
I'm just runnin' away
From a heart that's a burnin'
But I can't run forever
CHORUS:
Yes
We're gonna fall in love
And it feels so right
Yes
We're gonna make love
It's gonna be tonight
I can just imagine
Huggin' and teasin' and
Lovin' and squeezin' all night
I've made up my
mind
He's gonna be mine
I'm so glad I waited
Why did I try
To figure out why
Everything can't be anticipated
I can't wait to tell him
END